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Never Hurt You

(Teen Wolf) Scott McCall x Reader

Summary: You have just found out that your boyfriend, Stiles, has been cheating on you. What happens when Scott is there to comfort you?

Word Count: 2019

Request: anonymous asked: Could you write a Scott McCall fluff where the reader is always insecure of her boyfriend, Stiles having a massive crush on Lydia and she lashes out at him in the middle of class in front of everybody about it and turns out they’ve been seeing each other for a while but he’s been lying, and when you run out of the class Scott is there to comfort you? 💓please make it long if possible!

A/N: Thank you for requesting. I hope this is what you wanted, I realise there isn’t much Scott fluff until the end but I hope you enjoy :) I was thinking of maybe doing  a second part like where they go on the date or something, let me know if you would be interested in that.

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Standing at your locker, you watched from down the hall as they flirted, again. When you started dating Stiles, you knew that he used to like Lydia, but he told you that he had stopped once he met you. As you watched them laughing with each other you knew he had lied, he had never stopped liking her, he was just waiting for her to like him back.

You heard the bell ring, signalling that it was time for class. You finished collecting your books and started to walk to class. Stiles used to walk you to class but lately he would spend most of his time with Lydia. As you sat in your usual seat, you saw Stiles walk into class and sit in his usual seat behind you.

“Hey Y/N” Stiles whispered as he poked your back. You just ignored him and kept looking over your notes from last lesson. “Y/N are you angry at me.”

“Class is about to start” you replied, annoyed, without turning around.

“Would you just talk to me” Stiles pleaded, “I have no idea what’s going on with us.”

“Oh so now you want to talk” you snapped, “I didn’t notice you wanting to talk when you were flirting with Lydia before.”

“I thought we were past this” he said with confusion in his voice.

“That’s before I found out you were screwing her behind my back” you almost yelled, getting angrier. You finally looked back at Stiles and noticed that his eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly parted in shock. You turned back around and saw the rest of the class staring at you. You quickly stood up and ran out of class as tears started to form in your eyes.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” Stiles had followed you into the hall “I never meant for this to happen. I wasn’t lying when I told you that I was over Lydia, I thought I was but then she started to like me back and I realised that I never got over her fully. I wasn’t lying about how I felt about you, I really did like you, and I’m really sorry that you got hurt.”

“No I’m sorry, sorry that I ever trusted you” and with that you turned around and started to walk away as tears started pouring down your face.

“Please Y/N don’t be angry” Stiles begged.

“Of course I’m angry” You snapped, yelling at Stiles, “Please just leave me along I really don’t want to talk to you.”

You heard Stiles walk back into the classroom and the door close, leaving you all alone in the hallway. You didn’t know what to do, you had just been betrayed by your boyfriend and one of your closest friends. Who knows how many of your other friends knew about it too.

You started to make your way outside of the school, planning to take the rest of the day off so you could avoid Stiles and Lydia and any further embarrassment.

Suddenly you ran into someone’s chest, his arms were outstretched. You looked up to see who you had run into and were met with warm brown eyes, Scott.

“Scott what are you doing here” you asked as you tried to stop the tears from falling anymore.

“I could hear what was happening from my class and I wanted to make sure you were okay” he replied, worry in his eyes. He tried to swipe away some of your tears with his thumb but you pulled away.

“Yeah I’m fine, really” you lied as you reached up to brush away any tears that were still on your face.

“Y/N you know you can talk to me” Scott pleaded.

“Why would you care anyway, I bet you knew the whole time” you lashed out at him.

Scott looked hurt and a bit taken aback “What no, I had no idea. What would make you think I knew anything.”

“You’re Stiles’ best friend and a werewolf, you really expect me to believe you had no idea.”

“I promise you I had no idea, Stiles didn’t tell me anything and they must have gotten really good at hiding it because I couldn’t sense anything”, something about the way Scott said it made you believe him. You and Scott were quite good friends but you had never been super close, but you always trusted him. There was just something about him that always made you feel safe, you knew you could trust Scott no matter what.

“I just feel like an idiot; I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out sooner. I never should have gone out with Stiles in the first place, I knew he wasn’t over Lydia. Now I look like an idiot because they were doing it right under my nose the whole time” you explained as the two of you stood in the hallway alone.

“You aren’t an idiot; they are the ones that screwed up” Scott comforted you “How about I drive you home and we can talk more on the way.”

“Thanks so much Scott, thanks for always being here for me when I need someone to talk to” you smiled as the two of you made your way out of the school.

You and Scott spent the rest of the afternoon curled up on your couch watching movies and talking about anything and everything. You enjoyed Scott’s company, you two hadn’t hung out just the two of you much but you felt so comfortable with him. You liked having someone that you could talk to who you knew you could trust. It was that afternoon that you knew this was going to be the start of something special between you and Scott.


Over the next week, you and Scott continued to get closer. The two of you would talk in between classes, sit together at lunch, and you would study together after school. You were defiantly starting to get over Stiles, you would be lying if you said you hadn’t started to develop feelings for the Alpha. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship that had developed with him, so you decided that you would keep your feelings for Scott a secret. You still hadn’t talked to Lydia or Stiles since the breakup, and they hadn’t bothered to try and talk to you. Allison said that it was because they just wanted to give you some space to get over what happened, but you thought they just didn’t care enough to make the effort. Lunch time would always be awkward, they sat at the other end of the table to you and wouldn’t say a word to you. Every now and then one of them would make an awkward glance at you but as soon as your eyes met theirs they would quickly look away.

You were walking down the hall when suddenly you spotted something in an empty classroom, Stiles and Lydia. They were making out; she was sitting on one of the tables with her legs wrapped around his waist. You just stood there in shock, hurt. You knew that they were together and you had gotten used to the idea but something about seeing them together made it feel like you were finding out all over again. Just as you turned around to start walking away, Lydia spotted you. You started to quickly run away from the class room, hoping to avoid having to talk to either of them but Lydia had started to run after you.

“Y/N please wait” you heard Lydia call from behind you. “Y/N please” she pleaded, as she caught up to you, grabbing your arm and forcing you to stop.

“What do you want Lydia” you hissed, turning to face Lydia.

“I’m sorry” Lydia whispered, sadly.

“Maybe you should of thought of that before” you replied with annoyance.

“I really am sorry.”

“How could you do this to me, you’re supposed to be my friend” you snapped, angry and hurt.

“I’m sorry Y/N it’s just sort of happened” Lydia tried to explain, “It was an accident.”

“A lot of things are accidents Lydia, but last time I checked messing around with my boyfriend behind my back wasn’t one of them” you stated, before turning around and quickly walking out of the school.

As you stood in the parking lot with tears streaming down your face, you couldn’t help but think how much you wanted Scott to be there. You wished he would wrap his strong arms around you and hold you as you cried. You wished he was here just so you would have someone to talk to, because you knew Scott would always listen. Almost as if he had read your mind, you saw Scott walking out of the school, towards you.

“Hey please don’t cry” Scott comforted you as he pulled you into his arms.

“I just don’t know how I let this happen” you sobbed into Scott’s chest.

“This isn’t your fault” he stated loudly, “this is all on them.”

“But I knew that he wasn’t over her” you tried to reason, “of course he chose Lydia, she prettier than I am, smarter than I am, why wouldn’t he choose her.”

“Stiles is an idiot, okay. As far as I’m concerned he made the wrong choice.” Scott mumbled.

“What” you asked, confused, as you turned your head to look up at Scott.

“Stiles is an idiot. You are way more beautiful and way smarter than Lydia. You are the most beautiful and smartest girl I know, and you better believe it” Scott nervously told you.

You just stood there staring into Scott’s eyes as he stared back into yours. Every now and then you would take a quick glance at his lips, and you noticed him do the same a couple thing a few times. His lips were slightly moist, a few times you noticed his tongue dart out from between his lips to moisten them, and they looked so soft. You wondered what it would be like to kiss them, to kiss him.

“You really think that?” you asked, quietly.

“Of course I do” Scott whispered. Next thing you know his lips are on yours. Your lips move perfectly in sync with his, his lips were soft just like you expected they would be and they fit perfectly with yours. His hands were wrapped around your waist, holding you close to his body, and yours reached up to wrap around the back of his neck, playing with the hair there. The kiss was perfect, everything you thought it would be and more. You didn’t have to wonder anymore about what it would be like to kiss Scott McCall because now you have.

“Y/N, I know you and Stiles just broke up but I really like you, I think we might have something really special. I know this is soon so we can take it slow if you want, but I would really like it if you would go on a date with me” Scott nervously said, slightly out of breath from the kiss.

“I’m scared” you whispered, barely audible “I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“I promise I won’t hurt you, ever” Scott assured you, softly pressing his lips to your forehead and holding them there a second before pulling away, “please just give me a chance to prove it you.”

“Okay, but if you hurt me Scott McCall I will kill you” you joked, as you playfully hit his chest.

“Oh please you couldn’t kill me, I am a werewolf” Scott laughed as he took your hand in his and started to lead you back towards the school.

“Your werewolf ass is no match for me McCall, but if that helps you sleep at night” You laughed.

You were happy this was how things turned out. Although you got hurt in the process, you were glad that you and Scott had found each other. You knew that this was only the beginning of something really special, and you were glad Scott would be the one you would be experiencing it with.

3

Back from nearly two weeks of either dealing with a stomach flu myself, caring for the kids when they had it, or caring for my wife who caught it at the end. Felt great just to get out and enjoy the evening air. Unfortunately, this bug lingering for so long may have shot my hopes of breaking 1000 miles before 12/31. I’ll know better after I upload my run and do the math.

For tonight though, I’m just going to enjoy my run for the sweet release it was, and get some sleep. Classes start again tomorrow.

Jonsa Week, Day 1: Soulmates, Age 23

I’m so excited for Jonsa Week! All of my ficlets will feature the same iteration of Jon/Sansa, at different ages in their relationship. 

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“I’m going to marry Sansa!” a proud 7-year-old Jon Snow shouted into the camera, holding his blushing classmate’s hand. “She’s so pretty, and nice… and… hey! Leave her alone!”

The camera cut off and the audience burst into laughter.

“What you don’t see there, ladies and gentlemen, is that some of the other boys in our class had run up behind Sansa to scare her, and I chased them off before they could.”

Jon Snow gazed at his beaming newly-minted wife as he took a sip of wine before continuing.

“From the first moment I saw her on the first day of the first grade, I knew Sansa Stark was going to be my wife. It didn’t matter when she had crushes on other boys, or even when she dated that poor guy in junior high…” He paused as Sansa laughed.

Jon cleared his throat, fighting off the tears gathering in his eyes. “It didn’t matter, because I knew in the end, she would be with me. She’s my soulmate, the love of my life, my everything.”

The crowd raised their glasses in cheers as Sansa stood, taking her new husband’s face in her hands and kissing him deeply. Her sister and maid of honor, Arya, groaned, “GOD, guys, save that for the honeymoon!”

They finally broke apart and laughed as Sansa wiped the lipstick off that had transferred to Jon’s mouth. It was her turn to speak.

“What you also don’t see in that video is my side of our love story, which includes the diary entry from when I was 13, and which I saved for the last 10 years, just for this moment,” she began.

Dear Diary, I broke up with Joffrey today. He was a lot meaner than I thought, and not a good boyfriend at all. He wouldn’t even hold my hand! Jon found me crying in the stairwell during lunch. His face is so cute when he’s upset, I could tell he wanted to make me feel better, so I let him hug me. It was weird, while he was hugging me, I cried that nobody would ever love me, and I could’ve sworn I heard him say “I always will, Sansa.” I kissed his cheek after that, but maybe I should kiss his mouth…

Sansa’s perfectly made up face was stained by two tears, as she concluded her speech by adding, “And yes, I did kiss his mouth a week after that! Jon, you have always been here with me, right by my side, even when I didn’t see it. I adore you with all my heart, my sweet soulmate.”

redueka  asked:

what are your top five alix moments?

All of them?? :P

1. The bit when she’s having lunch on her bday, I could watch that scene over and over again SHE’S SO FRICKING ADORABLE LIKE WAVING AT MARI’S PARENTS AND BEING SUCH A TOMBOY DORK THAT HER DAD TELLS HER OFF AND THEN SHE’S SO HAPPY WHEN SHE SEES HOW COOL THE POCKET WATCH IS I LOVE HER SO MUCH

2. This is also terrifying but uh… remember when she just straight-up murdered Chat Noir?

3. When she doesn’t wanna run for class rep because “idgaf, why don’t you just do it Marinette huh?” Iconic™

4. She won the rollerskate race against Kim, hell yeeeeaaaah take that Kim

5. In the Christmas episode she walked into the bakery wearing a HOODIE and honestly that made my entire year

swim | pt.2

Originally posted by httpsung

pairing: reader x younghyun/young k/brian

words: 1.4k

genre: fluff & angst, fantasy!au kinda - idk how to explain it

warning: swearing

description: he was right; one day you would want someone who you couldn’t have.

parts: I ;; II


You stayed away from water for a while, opting for quick showers and trying to find other ways to clear the stresses that drove you to bathe in water in the firstplace. It was just hard to stay away from Younghyun without making it painfully obvious to everyone that something was up. Sitting in the front row of class and running out quickly, diving into the nearest classroom if Younghyun turned into the corridor you were walking down, running as quick as you could if he came into the living room laughing with Jae. It was getting more difficult to try to hide the fact that throughout all of this the only thing that hurt was that you couldn’t be near him. Sure, turning into water whenever you got within a few feet of him was upsetting but knowing that you finally had someone you cared for and physically couldn’t be near was the worst. You literally turn to water when you get near him.

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10

“what do you think about when you daydream or get distracted?”

nothing. my head is just a running loop of the hamilton original cast recording

the types as bitches i hate in college and also ive had a lot of wine

ESFJ: that social butterfly bitch that doesn’t understand anything ever without asking twelve clarifying questions before you can explain shit, like i was gonna explain that obvious feature of your new iphone in four seconds chris, how about you chill and stop acting like IM the weird one

ISFJ: that boring nice bitch who has probably never had a unique individual thought in their life. they’re like, solely reactionary beings, the true wobbuffets of real life.

ESFP: that crazy bitch whose super weird but everybody likes because theyre just weird enough to be likable but never hangs out with you consistently because theyre too involved with theatre or ecstasy or some shit idk

ISFP: that sarcastic bitch whose somehow still obsessed with fandoms and superwholock and probably owns a horse back home or something

ENFJ: that starry eyed bitch who loves everybody and wants to save the world or some shit, idk, my eyes glazed over a quarter way through your monologue; besides, it all just pans out to you feeling bad about yourself because you can’t live up to the impossible standards you set for yourself anyways so am i really missing anything???

INFJ: that passive aggressive bitch whos always gotta remind you that they’re the most rare mbti type, and act all ethereal and distant and shit when we all know ur a dime a dozen on a college campus anyways

ENFP: that emotionally dead bitch who convinces everybody that theyre not because theyre so enthusiastic and tells you their whole life story the first time you meet them to cause shock and awe but also to get you lowkey emotionally attached

INFP: that sensitive bitch who wants to be a writer or an artist or something but is too obsessed with memes to get very far 

ESTJ: that polysci bitch who runs for class president when everybody knows damn well you don’t do any real anything on campus and the dean regards you with as much contempt as i do

ISTJ: that awkward bitch who knows they’re not that fun so they try really hard to put themselves out there and just makes it awkward and weird for the whole party

ESTP: that loud bitch who gotta be the center of attention all the time and everybody likes for some reason

ISTP: that angry bitch whose a wannabe sociopath and always telling you how much they hate people and want to murder people for, like, literally no reason like calm down edgelord tom.

ENTJ: that problematic bitch who starts shit right at the end of class because success and proving that they know shit is the only thing that makes them feel anything anymore

INTJ: that condescending sarcastic ass bitch that rolls their eyes whenever somebody raises their hand and is probably one dumb question away from bringing a gun to school

ENTP: that annoying bitch who starts arguments in class with everybody because they think its fun or wanna prove they know useless knowledge or logic or some shit idk stanley and idc just stop arguing with the professor its psych 101 and i want to go home

INTP: that quiet bitch who spends the whole party looking around in the corner and asking their friend if they can leave yet and only talks during class to explain something semi useless and tangental to the topic at hand 

anonymous asked:

pls do bts as classmates to make me feel better about school starting

seokjin

  • the class clown
  • super popular
  • head of the drama club
  • talks during the lessons
  • balances pencils on his nose
  • highkey annoys all the teachers
  • says dumb stuff when he gets called on which makes everyone laugh 
  • i’m not saying this vine is him but that vine is him
  • slacks off during class because he always has the plug™ for answers on upcoming tests
  • “knock once if it’s A scratch ur nose if it’s B and blow a kiss if it’s C” 

Originally posted by yoonminnie

yoongi

  • the artsy cute guy who always smells like coffee
  • zones out during lessons
  • sits in the back with his headphones in
  • hides his phone behind a book and watches netflix
  • doodles instead of paying attention
  • either he’s sketching 
  • or writing names in a death note
  • no one knows
  • on rare days he’s in a really good mood and dropping funny sarcastic comments every now and then
  • has a tight knit group of friends
  • eats lunch in the music hall 
  • intimidating but once u get to know him he’s super sweet
  • orders pizza during class
  • has no fucks to give

hoseok 

  • one of the cool rebel kids
  •  u get forget he’s enrolled because he’s never there
  • strolls into class late every day 
  • chews gum really loud
  • “okay but how will trigonometry ever help me in the real world
  • u can hear the music through his earbuds from a mile away
  • throws a party at his house every weekend
  • never studies but somehow has all As
  • because he’s actually really smart
  • acts like he doesn’t care about school but secretly stays after school in the library reading 

Originally posted by bangtang-me

namjoon

  • teacher’s pet
  • has color coded notes with neat diagrams
  • and more highlighters than any normal human should possess
  • raises his hand to answer every question
  • reminds the teacher about homework before class ends
  • captain of the academic decathlon team
  • voted most likely to succeed
  • tried to set the frog used for dissections free
  • [throws it out the window]
  • BE FREE MY CHILD
  • namjoon it’s DEAD
  • is seokjin’s plug™ for answers

jimin

  • social butterfly 
  • so perfect and angelic it’s sickening
  • “sorry i was late, i was taking my neighbor’s kitten to the vet when i saw a homeless man who need a bus ticket, so i gave him mine :)”
  • voted prettiest smile, nicest hair, and most likely to be a backup dancer for beyoncé
  • didn’t even run but somehow became class president 
  • the only one who actually likes group work
  • popular but isn’t stuck up
  • flirts with the female teachers which gets him all As
  • wow mrs. you look gorgeous today ;)
  • has tea on everyone 

taehyung

  • the weird guy that all the girls have a crush on
  • lowkey thinks he’s better than everyone in the class
  • and let’s be honest he is
  • denies he’s rich yet wears designer brands
  • has 20/20 vision but wears glasses to look smart
  • looks like he has his shit together 
  • but procrastinates and is internally screaming half the time
  • in every social group
  • goes from the jock table to the nerd table to the preppy table all in one lunch period 
  • always tries to leave as soon as the bell rings
  • teacher: the bell doesn’t dismiss you, i do
  • taehyung: then why is there a bell ??

Originally posted by jjibooty

jungkook

  • the socially awkward jock
  • in every sport offered
  • including bowling
  • but unlike his teammates he’s not an asshole
  • quiet and keeps to himself
  • but once u get to know him you’ll need ear plugs
  • well mannered and polite to everyone
  • teachers pray that he ends up in their class
  • backpack looks like he’s hiding bodies in it
  • and he probably is
  • falls asleep in class 
  • because he stays up all night playing overwatch
  • but never gets in trouble
  • accidentally calls the teacher mom
  • several times

Originally posted by kookiewithak

All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848

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Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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